It was an exciting weekend... full of sleeping.

You'd swear that I never slept if you saw my sleeping pattern from this past weekend.
Friday night into Saturday I slept for 9ish hours, was up for one hour, fell asleep watching golf on TV, so I went back to bed for two more hours. Saturday night into Sunday I slept for 10ish hours. Re-diculous.

Saturday ended up being a very depressing/debbie downer/pity party/fml-type day. I had anticipated being with the bff, but those plans were shot to shit, so I sat. Doing basically nothing. I pretended to watch Golf, acting like I was interested and knowing what I was watching. I was sooo wrong. So I proceeded to watch television shows which I was probably way too mature old to be watching, and eventually ended my protest against looking civil enough to walk out in public. I was so pissed/depressed that I hardly left to go to dinner with the rents because honestly, I was upset that the Saturday night I was off I had ZERO friends to go out with. Not to mention that fact that I'm 25 and still live with my parents. WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?!?! *le sigh*

Talk about a hit to the ego. I know people. A lot of people. So much that when I go to a bar downtown I tend to know at least one or two people in the bar. When I'm working I spend more time talking with people who stop by to visit, than I do working. Honestly. I think my coworkers want to slap me most days because I don't get shit done. You would think that my Saturday off with NO PLANS would entail me seeing people- a lot of them. Haha, not a fucking chance. Nada. Zippo. None. I have come to the point in not even contacting my married friends on the weekends, because  honestly, who would want to hang out with a 'single-not a partner in my future-still working weekends' friend? If I was them, I wouldn't either. Who wants to hang out with a single lame-o friend, and put them into the position of being the odd wheel, when you can just spend time with other friend couples? None of my friends would say it to me, I don't think, but I know better. I can see it in their eyes.. I can smell it on them.. Well, that may be the booze. Hmm. Good for them, bad for me. Why, you may ask? Oh, ya know, only because 98% of my friends are married/engaged/in a relationship. The other 2% are either 1) Living out of state, or are 2) Single with big people jobs so they spend times traveling on weekends like a normal person. I won't even get into how many of them have kids...
The best way that I have found to keep me away from the 'fml' attitude, is to stay off Facebook. Only a few close friends can see my thoughts on Twitter, and they are work friends, so I really don't care. Now I'm just waiting to see how long it takes friends to notice. I think it will be awhile. Oh well.

I desperately need to get a second job so I can move out on my own, and also so I don't have to worry about this past weekend's debacle happening again. No more of that needs to be happening. Maybe I'll just try and pick up more babysitting jobs. Nothing like reaching back to my 12 year old roots.

I might as well continue on my weekend debacle into Monday night, and end the protest with golfing tomorrow. After I buy a golf glove. OK, I'll go even without one, because I am too lazy to make that drive into CR. Oh the life I live...

Until next time,
Single/pity-partier Megan